The Night Club
As I approached the night club, the bouncer tried to tell her that she couldn't get in. Quite understandable, as she clearly was not old enough. She was a tall, long legged, slim, black girl in a purple, strapless dress that was a couple of sizes too big for her and purple heels that didn't quite fit either. She was nicely made up and gave an impression of maturity beyond her years.
I knew the bouncer from way back and went over to the pair. I rested a hand on her shoulders and as the built-in bra were made for much bigger breasts than hers, we could clearly see her breasts, nipples and all. "She's with me, if you don't mind," I said to the bouncer. He rolled his eyes, but the feeling of the note I pressed into his hands seemed to convince him.
"Thank you," she said and gave me a heart-crunching smile. And her blue eyes were like lagoons at a Caribbean island.
"You're welcome." I kept my hand on her shoulder and led her to a vacant table. "Want a drink?" I asked her.
"Yes please," she said. "Champagne."
I went to the bar and got a champagne for her and a whiskey for myself. I wasn't really a fancier of the expensive grape produce of France. After a few drinks, I asked, "Wanna dance?"
"Of course."
She was slightly tipsy and almost staggered out on the dance floor and we had a couple of dances until a fat, white guy asked her for a dance. She accepted readily. I sat down as the two danced around. The guy was quite good on the dance floor and soon they were dancing close with one of his hands on her bum and the other on her breast.
I went to the toilet and when I returned, they had disappeared from the dance floor. As I looked carefully around, I saw them in the darkest corner of the club. I walked towards them. There was a mate of his there too and both of them had their trousers around their heels and their short, fat, hard cocks sticking out. She grabbed both cocks with one hand and bent down to give them a double blow-job. As she bent down, I could see up her dress.
No knickers!
I moved behind her and zipped her dress down. This dress had a zipper that reached all the way down and when opened, the dress fell off of her.
She was naked now, except for the heels!
I carefully folded the dress up and placed it on a chair before unzipping myself and letting my twelve, hard inches out. I positioned myself right behind her and thrust my dick into her sweet, wet pussy as she in earnest went down on the guys' dicks. I could get about two thirds in before reaching her cervix. I pumped her carefully with short strokes until she started to tremble in an orgasm. Without further ado, I pressed through and went past her cervix into her tight womb. I pumped her with full strokes now and loved the feeling of her cervix hugging my dick tightly like a rubber ring. The fat guys seemed to be near a heart attack. They were beet red in their faces and huffed and puffed like octogenarian asthmatics.
Then we came.
The guys came simultaneously, then she came and the contractions of her orgasm triggered mine.
What bliss to fill a thirteen-year-old womb. I withdrew before I was quite finished shooting and spread a good load on her back just as the guys creamed her front.
She smiled happily as the guys thanked her while pulling their trousers up. They nodded to me and left hurriedly without looking back.
I grabbed a bunch of serviettes from a table nearby and helped clean her up as best I could. When she was as clean as possible, I gave her the dress and said, "I am convinced your mother would be quite displeased if you had soiled her dress."
"I'm sure you're right, Dad."
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